Excuse The Interruption

[Corrine Solus]

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RAXUS
1100 Hours

@EmilyHuene ; @Taz [/fancybox2]

Only someone with a twisted mind would think to come to a planet of near-humanoids who thrived and vanity in order to turn their world upside down. Corrine Solus had recently been on a mission on Cartao where she and a fellow member of Death Watch had blown up a hospital of wounded war veterans. But how would the known verse learn of these attacks if no one could see them? That's what she was doing here today.

On the beautiful world of Raxus, the members of Death Watch would set their sights on a broadcast tower. The perfect place to share their terrifying new existence to the galaxy. On her mission Corrine had one of their men carry a recording device so they could show the play by play cuts of them shooting down civilians and then pulling the detonator blowing the whole thing to hell. If only they could see through her visor then they'd see the tears of pain and sorrow the red head daughter shed that day.

It was a burden she didn't want to carry. When she'd signed up for Death Watch, Corrine Solus was in mourning. She'd lost her husband and wanted revenge. But by the time it took them to mobilize and plan their assaults, Corrine's life had changed drastically again. She'd gotten a new lover, and was married to him in front of the whole clan, and then some. While that was a nerve wracking experience in its own right, killing innocent and defenseless people shook Corrine to the core.

All the while, the red head Mandalorian kept reminding herself that these people were not innocent. They were part of the Imperial Republica and were the ones responsible for the death of her late husband. Her first one that is. These men survived the heat of battle though they only came out with their lives. They were far from survivors and it felt wrong kicking them when they were down. But if she waited for them to stand back up it could be her, or her new husband that would be in their sights and Corrine couldn't stand for that.

So now here she was. In a disguised shuttle with several other Mandalorian members of the Death Watch squad. She was wearing her brand new but now battle damaged Death Watch Beskar'gam and had shown up with her helmet already drawn; she didn't want people seeing her face. She'd given them a fake name, but stupidly had done so by using her eldest sister's name of Cynthia. Her last name was not given to this death squad so if someone really wanted to track her down they'd have to work for it. On her hips, holstered in leather pouches, were her two "Strill" blaster pistols, and on her back one SGB-1 scatter blaster. Her wrists were each equipped with advanced tech of a wrist mounted flamethrower on her right, and a wrist rocket on her left. Her boots even had the same upgraded gear with jump boots installed into the metal plates. She looked like a hardened warrior and as fearsome as any of the others in the room. If only they knew how guilty she felt sitting next to them....

Cynthia would try to push down her fear as she finally addressed the men around her, "Don't forget our objective, men. The video recording stays with me, and we're taking it to the top floor. Any hostages we take are to be secured and restrained, but only use stun bolts if absolutely necessary. It won't do our mission any good if no one is around to witness it. Fear is the word. And they shall know our names."

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax rested in the co-pilot's chair, his t-visor helmet sitting on the metal floor just under him. He would of rather been in the pilot's chair but thought to let the new girl take the lead on this. The few other soldiers had been on several missions with this woman warrior but this was his first op with the dark armored mandalorian.

For Dax this was just another mission, another opportunity to cut the Sith infection out of the galaxy. He had helped to free Nar Shaddaa from it, he cut out part of it from Coruscant. Most recently he helped to rid the galaxy of three of them during a recon mission. Awarding him the ability to improve his Beskar'gam. which unlike his new dark brooding friend was his armor. Tarnished and battle scared white, stripped with red and branded with Clan Rau on one shoulder and the Death Watch shriek-hawk on the other. He did not hide who he was or withdraw from it. He would gladly kill all sith and anyone who supported them.

The mystery watchman came into the cockpit area of the ship and reminded Dax and the others of what they were all here for. He did not dare to his honor her before her men but he could sense the lack of conviction in her voice. Killing civilians was dark business and not for the kind of heart.

"I'll take the repeater." Confirming for her and for them that he had no issue with what was to come.

 

[Corrine Solus]

As the girl looked into the cockpit she'd glance at the pilot and then to the man riding shotgun. He looked...very familiar. And that bothered her. She couldn't remember where she'd seen him, as so many things had happened over the past few weeks. Once the chaos of Imperial Hutta was over, she'd gone to a rebellion party on Nar Shaddaa and had seen a large handful of Mandalorians there. Then, not but a week later, she had her wedding and most of those same Mandos had come to that too. And while she couldn't place this man's face, she understood it was crucial she not show hers.

"Very good," she'd reply when he said he'd take up arms with her.

Turning back to the others she checked a timer on her wrist gauntlet and verified they were approaching their destination. She would sit down once more and double check her weapons. It was something her husband was meticulous about, and maybe now more than ever it had finally come to start being ingrained in her. She'd have to give him some shit about that later.

The shuttle would touch down and Cynthia stood up with her guns. Ushering the men forward the ramp would lower and they would all rush out. Cynthia made sure to check her flanks on either side as she rushed out of the shuttle. The group of them passed into the loading dock and there a single worker was sitting outside reading his phone. He didn't even see Cynthia come up until the last second where her boot connected with his jaw.

The man fell backwards and didn't move. Maybe she shouldn't have kicked him that hard, but no worrying about it now. He'd wake up soon enough. Cynthia raised a finger and made a circle motion with it, letting the men know they needed to move on. She then pointed to one of the soldiers and then pointed to the man she'd just kicked. Hopefully he'd get the message to tie the man up. Cynthia then turned to the door and look to Dax.

"I want you on point," she'd instruct to him. "I'll cover you."

It wasn't that she was afraid to go in, far from it. She was better used to being someone's support and firing from afar than she was getting in the fray with people. But more than anything, and she hated admitting this, she needed someone that looking like they meant business. Her tiny little frame wouldn't hold much threat to people. Not without the gun in her hands that is. But Dax, he might get a better reaction of fear from the radio employees inside.

As she waited for his response, she'd take out her two "Strill" pistols and slide her left blaster into a stun function. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it. But it was meant to instill fear. Her right one she planned on shooting into the ceiling or something, to show she meant business.

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax helped to assist in landing the stole ship. It was clock work to him. His father made sure Dax was a near master at piloting small craft. He was no ace in the sky but he could hold his own in a dog fight if he needed to, and far more capable then the average grunt in the army's ranks.

The ship landed and the ramp started to lower. In typical mandalorian blitz style the men shot from their seats and down the ramp. In a smooth fluid motion, Dax was no different. Reaching for his helmet to slide in on and lock it into his suit as he stood. Hands reaching around to check pouches and ammo count as he walk from the cockpit to loading bay. Safeties off his pistols. Then reaching for the light repeater hanging in the rack next to the ramp door.

Cynthia, as she called herself. Took point a first and kicked a guard or lookout right out of his boots. The others assuming roles to secure the areas or stack up and wait for orders. Cyn, pointed to him and directed him to take point. Dax gave a nod, then shot three bolts into the door before using his jetpack in combat mode to boost him. Allowing him to use his armored shoulder as a ram to burst into the door.

Three more bolts into a security droid and down the hall he went. If the alarms were not raised they would be shortly. They did not have time on their side. Besided their own attack, Dax knew of another surprise attack being made on Korriban. Security woold increase, blockades. They needed to keep this quick. Dax scanned the doors, looking for something that said broadcasting or communications.

"We have five maybe six minutes before things get a little more interesting."

 

[Corrine Solus]

Moving to the side, Dax would fire a few shots into the door and then used his jetpack to help him ram the door. He then rushed in and Cynthia followed quickly after with her pistols drawn and ready to shoot someone down if they tried anything. To stun of course. The security droid was another question though. She was fully prepared to blast it to pieces but Dax was in front and handled it like a pro. As expected.

Informing them of the time frame, Dax warned they had merely a few minutes before security would be on them. Cynthia nodded and began diverting the group. Pointing to three men with various weapons drawn, Cynthia directed them down the hall.

"You, you, and you...seek out the security measures and take them out. There's bound to be hired guards."

The men would nod and turn, rushing to do as they were directed. Cynthia nodded then to the rest of them -and to Dax specifically- then ushered them to follow in a different path. They moved into a hall with several different doors, but the walls were mostly glass. Recording studios and offices. People were oblivious to them mostly, but the sight of men in blue armor would soon be a dead giveaway that something was wrong.

Cynthia moved forward as her men peeled off into the rooms to gather and subdue the workers. She herself would keep moving, with whomever followed (Dax presumably). They were getting closer now to the camera and broadcasting rooms. Screams were heard behind them as people realized they were under attack. Cynthia paid them no mind. Fear was their goal after all.

She moved around a corner at three people who were starting to panic. They had heard the screams and froze, unsure if they should go and help, or turn and run. That's when Cynthia appeared and snapped into action. She full on dropped kick the man, sending him crashing into the ground a good six feet back. She then spun, took out the legs of the girl, and as she raised back up she grabbed the other girl and slammed her into the wall. The girl screamed, but Cynthia shoved her harder to get her to stop. Under her, the girl she'd tripped would start to get up, but Cynthia put her boot into the girl's chest to stall her from moving.

"Restrain them. One of the others will collect them."

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

"We're not here to take prisoners, let her watch. See the consequence of a war with Mandalor" Dax spoke sternly to Cynthia. He was here to make a statement. He had already taken part in destroying a massive part of Coruscant, what was a couple more civilians. And with that understanding, Dax pulled his right hand pistol and shot each one in the head once.

He didn't wait for Cynthia to discuss the matter, time was not on their side. Instead he continued down the hall and into the broadcasting room. As the door opened the marauder's t-visor covered eyes locked with that of an agent to was also some manner of in charge. Dax lifted the light repeater and shot from the ship. Driving five bolts into and round the man.

"This station is now under the control of the Mandalorians. Resist and you will join him and your friends."

 

[Corrine Solus]

"Wait no!"

But it was too late. After explaining to Cynthia that they weren't here to take prisoners, Dax pulled his pistol from his hip and shot all three of them before she could stop him. She could have grabbed her own gun and shot him...but then there would be trouble. He then stormed off, leaving the girl stunned in shock. She couldn't believe his arrogance. Did he not remember what they were there for!

Cynthia looked up to find him gone, and gasped. She swore to herself and then ran after him. She barely heard his voice calling out from one of the rooms so that's where she headed. Turning into the broadcasting room she heard the gun go off and five men lying on the ground. A few screams cried out, but were then silenced and turned into whimpers. Cynthia was glaring daggers as Dax; if only he could see her now. She grumbled while gritting her teeth and headed over to the computer system to do what she'd come to do.

Setting her guns into their holsters she moved then pushed the dead man's chair aside and leaned into the console. Opening up a pouch on her belt, she pulled out the data disk and slid it into the terminal. Now, Cynthia had never been much of a techie kind of person, but it didn't take a genius to hit play. After some digging around through the channels she found one that basically broadcasted to all stations it was connected to and loaded it into the cache. Just like that the terror video the Death Watch group put together was being shown to every home and news radio on Raxus. Recordings of explosions, screams, and death. It was like watching something out of a cinema, but Cynthia knew the truth. This was real. And people were dying.

Now that the deed was done, Cynthia would turn and give a hard punch to Dax's shoulder, seemingly out of nowhere. She made sure to not hold back, so he'd know she meant business. She then shoved him back into the wall and used whatever muscle her frail body could muster. Her voice she kept quiet so the others in the room wouldn't hear her, but loud enough so Dax would hear the anger in her tone. She was this close to pulling out her pistols again.

"What the kriff are you doing!? I told you we're not to execute anyone!"

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax stood by and look at each and everyone of the other workers in the room. Surprisingly all human or alien, only a single droid to speak of. But they were not. Not to him. To the marauder they were all just potential targets, pieces on a board. They did not affect him, his life, his mission. The pieces on the board.

His partner punched him in the arm then. She then shoved him into the corner of the doorway, more so then the wall itself. None of it pained him in the least since his body was completely covered in his heavy armor. But Dax let it happen all the same.

"I don't know what you think we're about but it's not to hold hands." He whispered back behind gritted teeth. "Death Watch is not the spear and shield, we are the knife in the back. You want to give quarter and sing songs go join the karking Chosen."

With that he shoved her off and stepped out of the doorway. He was not interested in trading barbs while they were still on mission. They were out of time and needed to be getting off this rock before security forces or worse showed up.

"Gather your squad, we need to..." Dax stopped short of completing his sentence.

Sith agents and combat droids poured in from the front door and started gaining cover as they seen the white and red armored intruder barreling down the hall.

"Weapons hot!" he shouted into the comms, pointing the light repeater toward the open corridor. Opening up with a spray of plasma fire. Showering bolts in front of him in all directions.

 

[Corrine Solus]

Maybe Cynthia did have the wrong idea about what this faction was. But that didn't excuse him to go around killing innocent people. Or to go against her orders. She'd told them no killing. And that was an order. One that he'd disobeyed and should be punished for. He shouted back at her, saying they were like knives in the back. They were tools of destruction and inevitable betrayal. He shoved her back, making her feet stumble over one another.

"I'm not done with you!" she'd shout as he walked back into the hallway.

As Cynthia moved into the next room after him she heard Dax's shout in her commlink in her ear. Weapons hot? He seemed panicked. And everything slowed down for a moment. Blaster bolts fired past her in both directions. She gasped, totally frozen, until her training kicked in. She ducked back into the broadcasting room and drew her pistols again. Adrenaline pumped through her system. Letting her head fall into the thrill of battle, she quickly turned the corner -keeping half her torso hidden behind the frame- and fired at the enemies across the way.

In that blinding flash of movement she couldn't really tell who there were. But she knew they were bad. Her blaster pistols picked off two of the droids before ducking back into cover. She took a few steadying breathes and then peered out again to rush to the other side of the hall and fire another hailstorm of bullets. They couldn't stay here; they needed to push ahead. Cynthia was small enough, and fast enough, to keep their sights lost and trailing behind her.

"Someone cover me!" she shouted as she ran from her next spot and toward the agents ahead of her.

Rushing into a sprint she kept firing taking out two more droids. Cynthia slid on her hip coming up behind the droids as they fell and then took out a pair of agents who were too slow to keep up with her. She was lucky there were only security agents and not full blown Sith, because otherwise this fight would be a lot harder. Standing up to one knee she reloaded her guns one at a time and then signaled for Dax and the men coming up behind him to follow after her. She stood and made her way to the corner to peer around the edge for what was coming next.